The front entrance to our home is a typical wooden door, painted red, with brick steps leading up to it. On both sides are large azalea bushes, planted long before I came to Wareham. The color is deeper than most pink azaleas and brighter than the usual red ones. Once a year, thanks to them, the entrance to my home is, for lack of a better word, entrancing – a gift from someone who loved my house and my neighbors before I did. Thank you, Alice, for the beauty you left behind. Surely this is God’s blessing to me and mine from you and yours.

One thought on “Entrance

  1. Bill Albritton

    A fine tribute and acknowledgment to those who came before–nice Memorial Day message… and entrancing is the perfect word–thanks!


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